Ginny appeared in her flat with a loud crack, and immediately fell to her knees, hyperventilating, tears streaming down her face. "Fuck," she said pitifully. "Fucking, fuck." She was at least relieved that she'd managed to hold off until she'd left Remus's. For a moment, she stared at her dangling shirt strap, transfixed as the morning replayed in her head. Letting her hair fall into her face, she choked on a sob as the scent of Harry filled her nostrils. She stood on wobbly legs and kicked the side of her chair angrily, ignoring the pain shooting into her bare toes. She deposited her things in the chair and peeled off her clothes, leaving them in a trail to the shower. She stood under cold water, numb and unblinking, silently chastising herself for making such a big deal of this.

Her mind wanted to work its way through the logic of the morning. But she shook her head, her mind was not allowed to do that. Harry Potter was back, and she got carried away in a completely unwelcome way. Well, not completely unwelcome, but unwelcome in the ways that could break her. She dried herself and dressed in a pair of denims and one of Ron's threadbare, child hood shirts. It was once dark blue, and the cotton was so well worn it bordered on sheer in the elbows and shoulders. Unbelievably soft, it was usually accompanied, on really bad days, by a glass of strawberry milk and bottomless plates of macaroni and cheese. Strawberry milk in hand, an owl she recognized as her mother's tapped on the glass. She opened the window and sighed, realizing at the thought of her Mum, that she'd utterly forgotten her manners. She found the alumni journal in the pile of things in her chair and scrawled notes to Remus, Tonks, and Hermione.

Ginny claimed her Macaroni and Cheese and settled in with the journal. Not only did it provide a good home for things she didn't want to think of but couldn't seem to keep out of her mind, but there was also harmless conversation happening inside it. Anything resembling normal, thoughtless social interaction was what she needed to keep her mind off of Harry. The journal was perfect. It meant that she didn't have to go outside and risk seeing anyone, and the Mac and Cheese was only a few feet away. After a small nap, a bit of conversation with Seamus and Stephen, two owls to Molly, both of which seemed to be a painful stretch of the imagination but she wasn't ready to talk about anything yet, Ginny stretched and braided her hair. She was thankful that she was communicating with her mother in writing, because she would've never gotten away with the lies in person.

She look around her flat and the mussed journal. Writing in it had helped a bit, but she needed to talk to a real person that didn't cause her any emotional tempests. Pulling on a loosely crocheted hat, she popped a sobering draught into her pocket and walked down Diagon Alley to the Leaky Cauldron. She felt a bit guilty about standing everyone else up, but she figured they didn't miss her.

"He's got loads, Luna. I'll bet he even has a secret identity in Russia, or somewhere."

Ginny laughed quietly, but couldn't find the right muscles in her face to smile. "It is a bit," she said, wanting to stop thinking about shagging as soon as possible, images from her morning flashed behind her eyes and made her glad she wasn't trying to stand or walk.

Luna continued to fold and shift the napkin in her hands, shifting her gaze form her little project to the two others sharing the table with her. She giggled at the thought of Seamus in Russia, covered in a thick fur coat and one of those hats with ear flaps.

Her brow rose as they talked about Seamus' shagging activities, or lack thereof. She chuckled and muttered to no one inparticular, "I find that hard to beileve."

For a moment Ginny regarded Seamus with a quizzical look.She look at Luna, one eyebrow raised, then back at Seamus. Finding his features to betray no dishonesty she laughed in earnest, and buried her face in her hands.She stood and wedged herself between Seamus and the wall so that she could give him an awkward hug."That should never be a secret. That is fantastic."

She looked at Luna as she sat back down, wondering what her patronus might be. Maybe a snorkak or a butterbeer cork?

Luna didn't look at seamus or Ginny when she spoke, still folding away at her project (now having taken quite a few napkins). She smiled as she finished and placed a folded paper dragon on the table. Pulling her wand from behind her ear, she tapped the paper napkin figure, instantly turning it a red color and animating it. It flapped it's wings and spit out a tiny cone of flames from it's nostrils in Seamus' direction.

Luna smiled as she tucked her wand back behind her ear and leaned back in her chair.

He muttered, idly patting Ginny's arm. Seamus sighed, shaking his head. He wished that he could do something like that, but also, he was wondering why it had to happen at all. Luna was so odd, but a part of him knew that he could easily become a Luna if he didn't have his charm, so he sighed and shook his head, letting it go, for now.

Luna looked up at Ginny, her eyes wide, "No, he's a good dragon. Not wicked at all. See?"

She reached for her wand again and tapped the dragon one last time. It spun around once before transforming into a large wedge of cheese on a plate. Luna slid the plate towards Seamus with the tip of her wand.

"Good dragons make good cheese. I think wicked dragons make porridge or...something."

Ginny's eyebrows knit at the mention of porridge and cheese. If there were any two people in the world who could help her forget her morning, they were sitting at this table.

"You're right Luna, that is a good dragon. I think bad dragons make split pea soup." She wasn't really paying attention to what came out of her mouth as she listened to Seamus' threats to... get an erection? And what was this about Stephen.

She raised both eyebrows and placed her head in her hand, staring at Seamus before slowly looking over her shoulder to where Stephen stood.

"Believe me, I wouldn't want anyone to go pointy in anyway against their wishes," she said, torn between amusement and the distinct need to either stop thinking about erections or have another cold shower.

He huffed, grabbing some cheese for himself and just biting off the large round.

"Oh, tasty."

Seamus muttered dully, sighing a bit. There was no way he could convince Luna otherwise now. He just hoped she'd keep it secret. Not that it would really matter if she told, as he was pretty sure Stephen was straight and thought he was joking with him, but at the same time, he cared because he was just supposed to NOT care and he did and oh it was confusing. But the cheese was rather good, so he took another bite.